Diane, John and Jodie arrived in London on the 8th September and were pleasantly surprised when we met them at the airport. For the next few days in London they spent their time seeing the sites while James went to work to earn those extra few pounds and I packed up and cleaned our unit as we were moving out. On the 12th September we all flew to Paris (James and I flying at a much more reasonable hour than the other three who had to leave their hotel at 4:30am) and our 4 week trip began!
Paris
Paris
Here we stayed in a little apartment for four nights, in walking distance to the Eiffel tower and many, many cute little restaurants and patisseries. Nutella Crepes became my staple diet here. They were so delicious, I seriously think I could live off them forever.
We saw the Eiffel Tower, the Arc De Triomph, Notre Darme, went to the Louvre and another museum with lots of Van Gogh and Monet (name I can’t recall, but I liked the artworks in this museum much more than in the Louvre). While Diane, Jodie and I were at this second museum, the boys went off to watch a Rugby match. Later that afternoon we found out that the Rugby wasn’t on and that they turned up to the ground to find absolutely nothing happening. You can probably guess what they did instead with their spare time!
Diane, James and I also walked down the street with all the designer clothes shops and it was in the Gucci store where I found a pair of sunglasses that I now so desperately want! Anyone want to get them for me? It’s my birthday next month!
All in all, Paris was quite nice with its shops, patisseries and restaurants and I did really like it. However, the city is quite filthy and smelly in some areas and the French people can be quite rude for no reason (probably just the way they come across). So, even though it is a nice place to visit, I really don’t think it’s as good as some people make out. But, that’s just my opinion.
The day we left Paris, we hired a car (it worked out cheaper to do it this way with 5 people rather than use public transport) and left the city for Switzerland! John was dedicated driver and James chief navigator. It took a little getting used to driving on the right side of the road, but after a few gutter scrapes and screaming car horns, we were well and truly on our way. Headed north east up through France towards Epernay in the Champagne region, Diane and I began to get very excited, not to mention thirsty as we neared the Moet winery. James was doing an extremely good job with his navigating and we did not miss one turn. However, sadly, we ended up in a tiny, dirty, council housed town called Chen En Champagne! When we inquired from the back seat as to what on earth was going on and where the hell we were, James replied, as if this was where we were supposed to be, “This is Chen En Champagne!” We nicely asked, “Who on earth told you we were going here? We’re supposed to go to Epernay, which is in the Champagne region!”
We saw the Eiffel Tower, the Arc De Triomph, Notre Darme, went to the Louvre and another museum with lots of Van Gogh and Monet (name I can’t recall, but I liked the artworks in this museum much more than in the Louvre). While Diane, Jodie and I were at this second museum, the boys went off to watch a Rugby match. Later that afternoon we found out that the Rugby wasn’t on and that they turned up to the ground to find absolutely nothing happening. You can probably guess what they did instead with their spare time!
Diane, James and I also walked down the street with all the designer clothes shops and it was in the Gucci store where I found a pair of sunglasses that I now so desperately want! Anyone want to get them for me? It’s my birthday next month!
All in all, Paris was quite nice with its shops, patisseries and restaurants and I did really like it. However, the city is quite filthy and smelly in some areas and the French people can be quite rude for no reason (probably just the way they come across). So, even though it is a nice place to visit, I really don’t think it’s as good as some people make out. But, that’s just my opinion.
The day we left Paris, we hired a car (it worked out cheaper to do it this way with 5 people rather than use public transport) and left the city for Switzerland! John was dedicated driver and James chief navigator. It took a little getting used to driving on the right side of the road, but after a few gutter scrapes and screaming car horns, we were well and truly on our way. Headed north east up through France towards Epernay in the Champagne region, Diane and I began to get very excited, not to mention thirsty as we neared the Moet winery. James was doing an extremely good job with his navigating and we did not miss one turn. However, sadly, we ended up in a tiny, dirty, council housed town called Chen En Champagne! When we inquired from the back seat as to what on earth was going on and where the hell we were, James replied, as if this was where we were supposed to be, “This is Chen En Champagne!” We nicely asked, “Who on earth told you we were going here? We’re supposed to go to Epernay, which is in the Champagne region!”
Although James did a great job getting us to Chen En Champagne, there was obviously a communication breakdown somewhere along the line and sadly, Diane and I completely missed our visit to the Moet winery and quietly cried to ourselves in the back seat.
Switzerland
Switzerland
Coming in to Switzerland, the scenery was unreal. Water in the lakes and rivers became an aqua green the closer you became to the mountains and waterfalls. Our apartment was a newly built, but typical Swiss building with two bedrooms, kitchen, lounge, dining and everything else you would need. It was also so clean and the beds very comfortable. Best by far though, was the view from our back door- Snow capped mountains!
While in Switzerland we went up to the very top of Europe, Jungfraujoch. We had to catch a train and cable car to get there, which took about 1.5 hours but the journey itself along with what we saw once at the top was definitely worth the time and money! The day was perfect; blue skies, sunshine and blankets of soft white snow. Despite the cold, we all managed to get slightly sun burnt (I suppose from the glare off the snow). We also slid down little disc things in the snow and both James and John lost theirs and had to run for metres in knee deep snow to fetch it before it fell off the mountain! They were both pretty wet by the end of it, and I can imagine pretty damn cold too! Not that they really cared…
Germany/Oktoberfest
While in Switzerland we went up to the very top of Europe, Jungfraujoch. We had to catch a train and cable car to get there, which took about 1.5 hours but the journey itself along with what we saw once at the top was definitely worth the time and money! The day was perfect; blue skies, sunshine and blankets of soft white snow. Despite the cold, we all managed to get slightly sun burnt (I suppose from the glare off the snow). We also slid down little disc things in the snow and both James and John lost theirs and had to run for metres in knee deep snow to fetch it before it fell off the mountain! They were both pretty wet by the end of it, and I can imagine pretty damn cold too! Not that they really cared…
Germany/Oktoberfest
John, James and I left Jodie and Diane in Switzerland and caught the train to Munich for the opening weekend of Oktoberfest. We got up really early on the Saturday morning and were lined up outside of one the main beer tents by 8am, ready to go in. Lucky for us, we managed to find a secret side door, that only another 10 people found and were in the first lot of people to be let in. Other people, lining up at the front door, were squashed and pushed as people gushed in and ran around like crazy, trying to find tables. Believe it or not, the doors opened at 9:15am and were closed by 9:30am. The tent was HUGE but was filled within 15 minutes. We sat at a table with James Swift and a few more of his mates.
The first keg was cracked at mid day and all the celebrations began. Our beer wench was about 65 years old, maybe even 70, and could carry 10 steins at once! Very, very impressive.
All was going great, and we were having the BEST time… until the toilet line ups turned into mosh pits and girls began being sent outside to use other amenities. On average it was taking at least an hour to go to the toilet because the lines were that long. At one stage, while James was waiting for me, I got sent outside, to use the toilet and after 1 hour, when I tried to come back in the way I was sent out, they wouldn’t let me! James was becoming quite worried, because I had been outside for so long and asked the security whether he could go out to find me and bring me back in, but they refused.
In the meantime however, I had been sent around to a side door with a small group of other girls, and forced to line up all over again to get inside. James was completely unaware of this, and I had no way of finding him to tell him. Anyway… to cut a really, really long story short (and I promise you this really is the shortest version I could come up with), James ended up being pushed outside, looked for me everywhere, couldn’t find me, had no clue what to do so decided to go back inside to get John and tell him what had happened. BUT, yep, you guessed it… they wouldn’t let him back in! It wasn’t until the violent security guards started bashing into some poor, innocent guy that James was able to sneak back inside without them seeing.
I got back to our table, told John that I had lost James, he said James was still waiting for me and then 2 seconds later James came running over, so relieved and thankful to see me. He had witnessed such horrible behaviour from the security guards while outside and it couldn’t stop him wondering what might have happened to me! The whole security thing at Oktoberfest was wrong. It all worked on bribes! Some desperate people who didn’t make it in by 9:30am paid them to come inside. Some girls had to pay them (probably in more ways than one) to get back inside without having to line up after going to the toilet! They pushed, kicked and hit people for no reason. It was just awful.
We decided to leave after that incident (which took up most of our afternoon) and caught the train to Austria where we met up with Jodie and Diane for Diane’s birthday dinner. Luckily the trip was 2.5 hours so it gave us a little time to have a sleep and sober up!
The first keg was cracked at mid day and all the celebrations began. Our beer wench was about 65 years old, maybe even 70, and could carry 10 steins at once! Very, very impressive.
All was going great, and we were having the BEST time… until the toilet line ups turned into mosh pits and girls began being sent outside to use other amenities. On average it was taking at least an hour to go to the toilet because the lines were that long. At one stage, while James was waiting for me, I got sent outside, to use the toilet and after 1 hour, when I tried to come back in the way I was sent out, they wouldn’t let me! James was becoming quite worried, because I had been outside for so long and asked the security whether he could go out to find me and bring me back in, but they refused.
In the meantime however, I had been sent around to a side door with a small group of other girls, and forced to line up all over again to get inside. James was completely unaware of this, and I had no way of finding him to tell him. Anyway… to cut a really, really long story short (and I promise you this really is the shortest version I could come up with), James ended up being pushed outside, looked for me everywhere, couldn’t find me, had no clue what to do so decided to go back inside to get John and tell him what had happened. BUT, yep, you guessed it… they wouldn’t let him back in! It wasn’t until the violent security guards started bashing into some poor, innocent guy that James was able to sneak back inside without them seeing.
I got back to our table, told John that I had lost James, he said James was still waiting for me and then 2 seconds later James came running over, so relieved and thankful to see me. He had witnessed such horrible behaviour from the security guards while outside and it couldn’t stop him wondering what might have happened to me! The whole security thing at Oktoberfest was wrong. It all worked on bribes! Some desperate people who didn’t make it in by 9:30am paid them to come inside. Some girls had to pay them (probably in more ways than one) to get back inside without having to line up after going to the toilet! They pushed, kicked and hit people for no reason. It was just awful.
We decided to leave after that incident (which took up most of our afternoon) and caught the train to Austria where we met up with Jodie and Diane for Diane’s birthday dinner. Luckily the trip was 2.5 hours so it gave us a little time to have a sleep and sober up!
Austria
If you know me well enough, and Diane for that matter, we went on The Sound of Music Tour!!! James, Jodie and John didn’t really like it that much but we loved it! Diane and I also went to a live Sound of Music show that night and I got pulled up on stage to do a traditional Austrian folk dance. That was entertaining!
Croatia
Croatia
The drive down to Croatia was an adventure, to put it nicely. We decided to go down via Slovenia, as new roads had been built. Every booth that we drove through was shut down, with not a single person in sight, but once we got through the border and well into Slovenia, we were pulled over by some road officers who took all of our passports and insisted we had to pay a fine because we didn’t have a Vignett on our car! The fine, he said ranged from 300-800 euros! I almost had a heart attack at the sound of this. After a lot of talking and negotiating from John, we ended up having to pay half the minimum fine in order to get our passports back! (Aussie passports classified us as tourists and tourists pay half price) So, we paid 150 euros, PLUS another 35 euros for the stupid Vignett! 185 euros all together… That’s almost $400 Aust!!! What a scam. Luckily I didn’t hand over my British passport, otherwise we probably would have had to pay 300 euros minimum as British citizens are not counted as tourists!
Sadly, by the time we finally arrived in Croatia, the weather wasn’t as warm as we expected. The week before we arrived was apparently quite warm, but it had suddenly changed. So, we did no swimming… just a lot of walking, up really steep, narrow streets. The locals were a bit rude too. I figured because peak season had just ended, they were all so over tourists and just wanted everyone to go home so they could relax. However, weather and locals aside, the place was quite nice… well, the beaches were anyway. The buildings around Trogir were really old and quite fascinating. One day, Diane and I actually climbed up an old clock tower, which almost killed us, but was well worth it once we got to the top and saw the beautiful view over the harbour. Most nights we cooked our own meals and drank a lot of wine and beer in our apartment. Mmm… On the 5th and final day in Croatia we boarded a ferry, with our car, over to Italy!
Italy and the rest of Europe Trip Part 2, to come...
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